The poet wondered….

Category: Poetry


“The pen didn’t delay

And the fingers didn’t falter

To bleed emotions all the way

From hidden heart to blank paper.

 

For everyone to see

For some to feel and explore

For some to mock and judge

And for some to ignore.

 

Now the poet wondered how

He had killed himself many times

To breathe a little bit of life

In those still words, into his poems.

 

The poet wondered if the pen would delay

Or if somehow these fingers would falter

As the question was lingering in his way

And he wanted to shape an answer.”


©sakshi~the escapist, 2017


Image: Courtesy of Pixabay

14 Comments Add yours

  1. Mr. Mel says:

    Beautiful verse sakshi.🌹💐

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Mr. Mel! 😆🌷

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Fab Writings says:

    This is such a beautiful verse, with an amazing ending! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Harsh! 😇🌹🌺

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Fab Writings says:

        You’re welcome Di! Always… 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  3. Fab Writings says:

    Where are you!???

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I’m right here buddy 😇 just busy with work. No time to read and write 😭😭. Don’t you worry bro, I’ll be back soon.

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      1. Fab Writings says:

        Soon Soon Soon!!!
        Merry Christmas, belated though! 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Same to you buddy! 😎

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  4. My my so beautifully worded

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